World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 293
The location of Lao Liang Gang's lottery meeting was at Songjiang Haitian Hotel, and the entire hotel was booked by them.

There are all small cars at the door, many of which are luxury cars.

Many people dressed neatly and walked inside.

There is also a special sign-in desk at the entrance of the lobby, and those who sign in will receive a brand new mobile phone.

The model is Motorola Palm.

It was a very fancy flip phone at the time.

The souvenirs given out by others during meetings are all worthless gadgets.

But the Laoliang Gang gave out mobile phones.

In fact, there is nothing strange about it.

Those who can come to the lottery meeting this time are all people who have made a little name in the Laoliang Gang, and they are not short of money at all.

Around 2000 was the golden age of the professional begging industry. Even if the begging was relatively average, the income was much higher than the wages of white-collar workers.

Ragged clothes and tattered gongs during the day.

In the evening, the clubhouse is tender. Model.

This is a portrayal of the real daily life of Lao Liang Gang.

You feel poor beggars on the street, maybe their lives are dozens of times better than yours.

Now, people like Laoliang Gang can even be defined as fraud.

Love is the most valuable.

But if it is used by others, it is actually the cheapest.

I came to the lottery meeting as the newest member of Yan Xiaoyue Tangkou, my name was not on the list of participants, and naturally no mobile phone was sent to me.

The person in charge of issuing the gifts repeatedly apologized to Yan Xiaoyue, explaining that he did not know that Hall Master Yan had brought a newcomer and was not prepared.

Yan Xiaoyue said it was fine.

Since then.

She whispered to me: "My sister will send you a car some other day."

I said no, just don't bother me in the future.

Yan Xiaoyue pursed her lips when she heard the words, and gave me a white look: "Death!"

When we entered the main venue, we met a shoehorn face.

He was accompanied by four or five subordinates, each of them looked as thin and yellow as a refugee, and they all had mischievous eyebrows.

Shoehorn face saw Yan Xiaoyue, the muscles on his face twitched involuntarily, and teased: "Yo, Yan Tangtou! This figure has changed again, it's hooked and lost, it's really good! "

Yan Xiaoyue snorted coldly, and said insultingly: "Shoehorn, what about the body of the gluttonous aunt? You are disrespectful to the elders, are you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

The shoehorn face laughed and said: "Yo, don't dare, I really don't dare! Look at that little boy next to you, his eyes are dull, his feet are fluttering, and his life is not guaranteed. You must have tossed him at night, my lord." I want to live a few more years."

Followed by.

He turned his head to me again: "Little brother, some people smell like stinky tofu, which is delicious. But after you eat it, you realize that it's just shit! Hahaha!"

This is extremely humiliating.

The subordinates around him burst out laughing.

This shoehorn face must also be a member of the Lao Liang Gang.

But Yan Xiaoyue is a dignitary after all, and she dares to humiliate her in public like this, so she probably has a high status.

Yan Xiaoyue was not annoyed, she hooked her fingers at him, and asked, "Shoehorn, what did you just say? My aunt didn't hear clearly, so come and speak louder."

Hearing the words, Shoehorn Face shook his head and leaned over with a smile, showing yellow and disgusting teeth. Like a dog, he sniffed Yan Xiaoyue's body twice, frowned and said, "This is just pulled out. Fresh poop, it really stinks!"

suddenly!

"Clap" sounded.

Yan Xiaoyue slapped her hard.

The shoehorn didn't expect Yan Xiaoyue to dare to make a move at all, and was instantly stunned. He covered his face and widened his eyes.

Yan Xiaoyue's temper was not a cover, she deeply grasped the essence of making him ignorant and driving him crazy, so she quickly took off her high heels and slammed him on the head.

Shoehorn's face suddenly let out a scream, and his forehead immediately bled.

Yan Xiaoyue pointed at him and cursed: "Grandma won't teach your grandson a lesson, how dare you go to the house to expose the tiles?!"

Shoehorn covered the blood on his forehead with his face and became furious: "I'll beat her to death!" Upon hearing this, the five or six subordinates around him cheered and started beating Yan Xiaoyue.

A group of men beat women.

This is simply intolerable!
I pulled Yan Xiaoyue behind me, and with my left hand, I pulled the one who rushed in the front horizontally, and with a "click", I directly removed his shoulder joints, and then picked up the collar of the other man with my right hand, and pulled him back. With a flick, three or four people were all knocked down by his body, whoops.

Two understatement actions.

I clapped my hands.

The shoehorn's face was dumbfounded.

After reacting.

He yelled: "Damn it! People from Nanmentang, come here!"

Yan Xiaoyue said loudly: "Where are all the people in Ximentang gone?!"

The voices of the two just fell.

Those who were watching in a daze, those who were busy signing in, and those who were chatting without paying attention to the situation...

Immediately divided into two factions.

Hulala all rushed over.

About twenty people surrounded the shoehorn.

Yan Xiaoyue was also surrounded by twenty people.

I still know for the first time.

Yan Xiaoyue is the head of the Ximentang of the Laoliang Gang in Shanghai.

The two sides confronted.

Tensions.

The shoehorn's eyes were protruding, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Beat them to death!"

People on both sides are preparing to charge forward.

at this time.

Suddenly a voice like Hong Zhong came from the hall: "What are you doing?! Don't you think it's embarrassing?!"

Turn around.

In the hall, an old man in Tang suit, with white hair and childlike face, was looking at everyone with his hands behind his back, looking extremely stern.

As soon as this person appears.

Regardless of the people in Nanmentang or Ximentang, they all put their hands on their shoulders, stood with their hands hanging down, their knees slightly bent, and said in unison: "I've seen the big winner!"

The old man snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and went straight into the back hall.

It seems that this is the big winner of the Laoliang Gang in Shanghai.

There is still a little momentum.

This time, neither side dared to fight anymore.

The shoehorn face looked at the blood on the palm of his hand, he smacked viciously on the ground, his expression was extremely fierce, his eyes showed murderous intent, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I will wait to see how you die!"

After speaking.

He took all the people from the South Gate Hall into the back hall.

Yan Xiaoyue was very angry, she turned her head and asked a middle-aged beggar from Ximen Hall next to her, "Didn't you see that the shoehorn bullied me just now?"

The middle-aged beggar replied: "I see."

Yan Xiaoyue asked: "See how it came so slowly?!"

When the middle-aged beggar heard the words, his expression was extremely tangled: "Tangtou, you strictly forbade us to have any conflicts with the people in Nanmentang before, and we didn't know that you would do it first today."

Yan Xiaoyue was very angry: "From today onwards, our Ximentang will never give in, I am really mad!"

Hearing the words, the middle-aged beggar immediately looked delighted, and replied: "Tangtou, we have been waiting for your words for a long time! We have been ridden on the head of Nanmentang too many times. Robbing, people being beaten, the brothers have had enough, but they are all suffocated to death! If you didn't prevent conflicts..."

Yan Xiaoyue's expression was extremely agitated, she waved her hand to tell him to stop talking and let them all disperse.

Since then.

Yan Xiaoyue didn't go into the back hall either, and sat directly on the sofa in the hall, sullen.

(End of this chapter)